A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

picked the name

a simple building with windows that had

cup of hot cocoa in a warm

an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

outside. His thin stature made the

had almost given

lived

behind him with a glass of water and

for you to take the medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had not heard

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

when he heard

smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

her favorite

silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask

he began to fumble

stopped and shook his

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

call her,” he

have to give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

the medicines from him and swallowed

nurse came

she was done, Mark looked sideways at the

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had

Alexis. He dreamed that

had almost given up

had lived two months longer than

was standing behind him with a glass of

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

seemed like he had not heard

murmured, “Today is

twitched when he heard

into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

favorite food,”

moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

he stopped and shook

It seemed it

call her,”

have to give Cecilia too much

stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin

took the medicines from him and swallowed

and a nurse came in

Mark looked sideways

phone got weaker and weaker

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

was much

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

fact, this Cecilia in his dream

in his arms and gently stroked his

point,

were white, just

closed his eyes

he needed to

he felt cold all over his body. He felt

gone to buy

nurse was in the

wanted to return home. He missed his

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to

couldn’t change

never give up

Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

to stay strong and fight

he was finding it difficult to go back

up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin liked

up. The plane

said he wanted to go

pale fingers trembled

Peter came back to the

on his way, so he

time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,”

saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled at

have some of your

Mark only actually

more than

he put down the spoon because

eyes

to go back home and have a family

Angela’s Library

Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

was around 4

caller ID. For a long

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

broke into a

silly boy,” he

it might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the

sounded a little

said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

to a girl

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what, I hope you survive and

the emotional entanglement

of his life. He didn’t deserve to

Mark sniffed and put down

the call, he never even dared

room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark had

“What happened?” he asked.

on the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said,

to hear this and he did

said with

the first day of the new

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

back home to see Cecilia and

Angela’s Library

glance would

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